With all the sex, bondage, torture, and more sex, Hailey's body was slowly surrendering to her Master. She woke up every morning, torn between anxiety and arousal, since she never knew what awaited her. While her body had more pleasure that she ever imagined, her mind rebelled, many many times before it was cowed into submission by her physcial pleasure. N...
Not willing to trust anyone who could use intimate relations against me, I had few dates. Except for Peanut and Sharona, I hardly saw anyone socially. My post-humiliation, divorced personal life changed about two weeks ago, when I got up to answer the door of my small house, down in Ocean Beach, below Point Loma in San Diego, California. As was my habit, I...
Stonecutter is a multipart fantasy. This is the third part, so reading the other two parts will help make sense of it. Thank you Elorra Butler for all your help and encouragement. All mistakes are my own. Stonecutter pt.3 There before me, the woman that I had not seen for many, many decades, and two seconds later I was knocked out, kicked in my skull by h...
The following updates were posted to Twitter by various people, anonymously, over the past eighteen months: - Walked in on sister-in-law giving blow job to boyfriend. don't think they saw me. - Found out my girlfriend used to date a co-worker. Can't stop thinking about them having sex. - Is it so wrong that every time that one girl in my office walks by,...
Trevor Guillaume is my name. The city of Boston is my home. And this right here is my story. What a mad world we live in. Every day that goes by, the human race disgusts me a little more. And I'm not just saying that because of my line of work. I am an Assistant District Attorney working for the Suffolk County Prosecutor's Office. It's not an easy job, or a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE ::: This is the love story of Marty and Todd starting from the very beginning when they first met in college. It also includes several other characters as well as their storylines. This story is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this stor...
My name is Ibrahim Al-Mahdi. I am a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic guy with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and dark eyes. I was born in the City of Khitan in Kuwait, one of the wealthiest Arab countries out there. My family has been living in the region of Ontario, Canada, since the 1980s. I consider the City of Ottawa my home. Even though I was raise...
The events and characters of this story are figments of my imagination. Truly, I have no idea where I get this shit. I need help. Should someone see themselves as characters in this story, it's either a huge coincidence on my part or guilt and shame on your part. Yet, for those who are truly shameful and guilty, don't despair, oh miserable ones. God is savi...
I was having the most wonderful dream. I was a warrior playing a post-apocalyptic killsport called PunishBall. Heavily armored and wielding a 12-pound sledgehammer I defended my goal against the evil enemy. One dared enter my territory and I stopped him cold with a mighty blow from my sledge. Stunned, my foe staggered and fell to the ground, his helmet torn...
On Friday nights, we eat dinner late, just the two of us. He works out of town all week, and comes home late Friday, sometimes on Thursdays, but almost always Fridays. I always cook dinner at home for him, and eat with him when he gets in. It’s a nice tradition, and we have so little time together, it allows us some private time. It’s not especially fancy, b...